Sometimes I feel like the forest is the only place that truly sees me. There’s no pressure to smile, to speak, or to fix anything. The trees just stand there, steady and silent, offering presence instead of advice. I walk among them not for answers, but for the comfort of something older and wiser. Every step feels like a soft reminder that I’m allowed to be slow, to be unsure, to simply be. Out there, my breathing deepens without effort. And for a moment, I remember what peace actually feels like.